Buffalo Nickel
James Monger
They can take away the moonlight
And the trains and the clotheslines down
Dig a hole and rub sand in summer's open sore
In summer's open sore
All the parking lots are empty
But they breathe as the old shops beneath them, awaken
In summer's open sore
In summer's open sore
In summer's open sore
In summer's coming storm
Come rain, come strangers at the bus stop
There's a fair on Ann Street
Come rain, come strangers at the bus stop
There's a fair on Ann Street
There's a Buffalo Nickel on the concrete